"Yes, yes, it's because my birthday is in May." Gong Liang said calmly, "Let's go and have dinner. I'll tell you quietly, Master Bing must have made a particularly sweet snack. You must like it. He used a lot of winter melon.

sugar."

The two walked side by side, not holding hands or holding hands, but their shadows blended together.

Qin Huai followed behind and silently swallowed a mouthful of dog food.

At the entrance of the state-owned hotel, the children who were eating with their bowls in hand had already finished their meals and returned home. "The door was ajar, and when Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu pushed the door open and entered, the waiter was collecting the bowls they had just finished.

"It's time to get off work. Come here early next time for dinner." The waiter didn't even notice who it was and said subconsciously. When he looked up, he saw that it was Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu. He squeezed out a smile and said in a relatively enthusiastic voice, "Little Gong.

, Master Jing has reserved a private room for you, go in and turn right."

"Oh, this must be Xiao Gong's partner, so white." The waiter praised, and Guo Mingzhu lowered her head in embarrassment.

The waiter wanted to say something more, but the young man who Qin Huai had seen last time in his memory was probably the promising young man running out of the kitchen.

"Sister Zhang, Master Jing said he made a few more glutinous rice balls and asked if you would like to take some back."

Sister Zhang's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and her smile was as bright as if she had just picked up money: "Okay, okay, of course that's good. Those little bastards in my family love to eat glutinous rice dumplings the most."

"Xiao Xu, you stay outside for a while and I'll pick out the dumplings."

After saying that, Sister Zhang went into the kitchen carrying the bowls and chopsticks.

Xu Nuo smiled at Gong Liang and said, "Salesman Gong, right? I heard that your silk weaving factory placed a big order at the exhibition and the provincial government specially commended it. Congratulations."

"No, no, I just heard that the leaders of the province gave me a few words of praise, but it doesn't count as a commendation."

"Don't be so modest. My dad told me at home that the silk weaving factory has found a treasure with you as a salesperson. I will definitely not have to worry about selling the silk in the future." Xu Nuo said with a smile, "The box is inside, Master Zheng has already

It’s in the box.”

Gong Liang nodded and walked to the box with Guo Mingzhu.

Guo Mingzhu asked in a low voice with some curiosity: "Is that the youngest son of Factory Director Xu just now? I heard that because he likes to eat fermented steamed buns and does not have enough food stamps, he took 20 kilograms of flour from home to Master Jing, please ask Master Jing

Make him fermented rice dumplings."

"Is it true that Director Xu was so angry that he chased him all over the cotton spinning factory and beat him?"

Sure enough, even the dancers in the art troupe have a heart for pursuing gossip.

"It seems to be true." Gong Liang is not very sure, "I don't know if he has 20 pounds, but he did ask Master Jing to make fermented steamed buns for a long time, and he stopped eating them when he got tired of them for more than two months.

.”

Guo Mingzhu took a breath, thinking that he was indeed the youngest son of Factory Director Xu, but he was rich and could still get tired of eating fermented steamed buns.

Let her eat fermented steamed buns for the rest of her life and she will never get tired of them!

The two of them walked to the door of the box and pushed the door open.

The decoration in the private room is very simple, with just a small round table and a relatively quiet environment. There are no ornaments or too many decorations. There is no tablecloth on the table, but the dishes and chopsticks have been placed in advance.

"Here we come." Zheng Da waved to the two of them to sit down. "If you don't come here, I will go find you. Dinner will be served soon."

As soon as Zheng Da finished speaking, Huang Shengli's shout came from the kitchen: "Zheng Da! Where are you, Zheng Da? Come and serve the dumplings."

"Here we come." Zheng Da ran out and entered the box a minute later carrying a large pot of glutinous rice balls.

An absolutely huge pot, even bigger than the pot used to make rice dumplings at Zheng Da’s house that day.
Chapter completed!